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09 July 2012 @ 11:27 am
Blaine Big Bang: Check In #2  


Another month has gone by! Hopefully you're not staring at a blank page anymore! This is not mandatory but feel free to jump on in with a little preview of what you have going for us!

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As a reminder, rough drafts are due August 6th and artist claiming is August 8th! A guideline for rough drafts: you should be at least 1/3 to 1/2 done, and the rest of the story should have a clear direction/outline.
 
 
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Sarahhedgerose on July 9th, 2012 05:24 pm (UTC)
I have, of course, entirely changed what my BBB is going to be about. Sigh.

Author: hedgerose
Title: If You Pardon
Word Count: 3605
Rating: PG-13, most likely
Pairing: Currently it's just Blaine gen
Summary: The summer After, Blaine’s estranged grandfather Todd writes to his mother and father. (Glee/Dead Poet's Society crossover)
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He follows his grandfather down a long hallway, lined on one side with bookshelves. His grandfather is walking too quickly for Blaine to do more than glance at the titles, but if nothing else, the sheer quantity of books means that he won’t be bored. Blaine knows that his grandfather is a writer but he has no idea what kinds of books he writes— it could be anything from romance novels to religious tracts, but at least there are books in the house.

The room that Todd stops at is nice, if a bit plain— there’s a twin bed and a half-full bookshelf, a dresser and a closet, a small desk covered by a very neat vintage desk set. “There’s a bathroom just across the hall,” his grandfather says.

Blaine rolls his suitcase to the foot of the bed. “Thank you,” he says.

“I’ll let you get settled in,” his grandfather says, and turns to leave.

He pauses in the doorway and turns back to Blaine. “I’m not sure what you’re expecting me to want from you, Blaine— I know that I haven’t been a part of your life before this. I don’t expect anything from you, Blaine; I just want to get to know you. I’ll be in the kitchen with Colleen when you’re done in here.”

“Okay,” Blaine says, sitting down on the bed. He’s not sure if no expectations are easier to live with than trying to measure up to some invisible standard of behavior and personality. He doesn’t know what else to say; his store of words hasn’t magically replenished itself on the flight.

His grandfather almost looks like he wants to say something more, but he just nods once at Blaine and leaves.